Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Shu Fei had no idea what was going on.

She knelt there in fear, her eyes rolling around, trying to figure out if she had said something wrong to anger the emperor.

The emperor was still sitting in the pavilion in the same posture, his face gloomy.

The emperor's majesty cannot be challenged. The more Shu Fei thought about it, the more scared she became. She really didn't want to go back to the cold palace.

Thinking of the consequences, she felt a little breathless.

At this moment, the prince's voice came, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Crown Prince is both talented and virtuous, and he is the only adult prince. With his arrival, the Emperor will surely be in a better mood.

Shu Fei felt relieved and raised her head slightly to look at the emperor.

This sight almost frightened her to the point of collapsing on the ground.

The emperor's expression, already uneasy, became even uglier after he saw the prince.

His eyes were completely shrouded in gloom, and a murderous ruthlessness seemed to flash across his face.

Shu Fei's face turned pale and she was about to fall down.

Fortunately, Mu Zhou reached out and supported her in time, preventing her from falling directly to the ground.

The powerful oppression disappeared in an instant. Qin Moyao looked kind and said with a smile:

"Huai'er is here."

He glanced at the people kneeling on the ground:

"What are you all kneeling for?"

Everyone then stood up, and Su Hai hurriedly prepared a seat for Qin Huai.

The emperor and the prince spoke in a nonchalant manner, presenting a picture of loving father and filial son.

The emperor put away his terrifying murderous intent, and Shu Fei, who had a short memory, immediately put aside her fear and approached him again.

"Your Majesty, this is the peach blossom wine I brewed for you personally."

She poured a cup for the emperor and also for the prince:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince might as well try it."

Qin Huai seemed unaware of the emperor's ill will towards him and sat there calmly.

"Thank you, Empress Shufei."

He took it calmly and took a light peck.

Qin Moyao glanced at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of inquiry flashed across his eyes.

His good son had always been rude to him. Apart from maintaining the etiquette between the monarch and his subject in official matters, they rarely interacted in private.

In particular, he was extremely dissatisfied with the recent extermination of the Prime Minister's party.

But I didn't expect that today I would have the leisure to sit with him in the pavilion, drink and enjoy the breeze.

That's really interesting.

*

Seeing Shu Fei surrounding the emperor again with a sweet smile without any grudge, Mu Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Even the heroine, Concubine Yao, was still in shock and frightened by the emperor's mood swings.

But Shu Fei immediately calmed down and threw herself back into the fight for favor.

Well, this is also a skill.

Mu Zhou quietly reduced her presence, but the emperor didn't want her to get what she wanted.

"My beloved concubine's peach blossom wine is indeed delicious. It has inspired me to write poetry."

Qin Moyao looked lazy, as if he was a little drunk, and wanted to express his emotions through poetry.

Shu Fei's eyes lit up and she said hurriedly:

"Then I will grind ink for His Majesty."

Qin Moyao curled his lips in an ambiguous way and raised his hand to pinch her face:

"How can I bear to let you do this kind of servant work?"

Shu Fei smiled shyly, secretly regretting it in her heart.

That bitch Concubine Yao didn't say a word. If she grinds ink, wouldn't she be inferior to Concubine Yao for nothing?

Fortunately, the emperor reminded me.

Shu Fei thought that since she couldn't help the emperor grind ink, she couldn't let Yao Fei's people get away with it.

She immediately said:

"Zhou'er, come and grind the ink."

Mu Zhou's eyelids twitched.

I always feel that letting her grind ink is Qin Moyao's ultimate goal.

She quickly glanced at Qin Moyao, but didn't expect to meet his gaze.

There was a wanton interest hidden in those phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Mu Zhou's heart trembled, he lowered his eyes and said respectfully:

"Yes."

In just a short while, Eunuch Su Hai had cleaned up the place and put the paper, ink, brush and inkstone neatly in place.

Mu Zhou stood beside Qin Moyao and ground the ink quietly.

The forgotten Qin Huai did not leave.

His eyes casually scanned Mu Zhou's movements.

The slender, soft white fingers held the ink block and ground it carefully on the inkstone.

Her movements seemed a little clumsy, and it seemed that she didn't do this often.

Dots of ink splashed on her fingertips, and she didn't pause for a moment, letting the ink spread.

The contrast between white and black is so strong that it is dazzling.

His gaze froze.

Qin Huai didn't know why, but he was fascinated by this scene.

He quickly realized what was going on and his face suddenly turned cold, and he drank the peach blossom wine in the cup.

But when he glanced at the emperor, his eyes paused for a moment.

Qin Huai did not miss the obsession and desire that flashed across the emperor's eyes.

He thought of something, and a terrifying cold light instantly covered his eyes.

Mu Zhou was unaware of anything and continued to grind the ink diligently.

Even if my forearms are sore.

The emperor seemed to be deliberately finding fault and expressed dissatisfaction with the ink from time to time.

Mu Zhou had no choice but to continue grinding the ink as required.

Even Shu Fei showed an anxious look on her face.

She was afraid that Mu Zhou would show his weakness and make the emperor dissatisfied with her.

Fortunately, the emperor finally wrote a poem with satisfaction and rewarded Mu Zhou with a jade ring.

Shu Fei finally felt relieved, thinking that the emperor was rewarding Mu Zhou just for her sake.

She looked at Concubine Yao provocatively.

However, Concubine Yao fixed her gaze on Mu Zhou, staring straight at the jade ring, her eyes cold to the bone.

*

In the East Palace, Qin Huai sat on the armchair with a face as cold as ice.

The eunuch served the tea and quietly stepped aside.

He had served Qin Huai since he was a child, so he naturally knew that the crown prince was in a bad mood at the moment.

At this moment, Qin Huai was recalling the scene in the pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

I went into the palace today just to burn incense in my mother's bedroom, and it was really a surprise to meet my father.

You should have left after saying goodbye.

But after seeing the familiar figure, he paused and sat down involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, he discovered something.

Mu Zhou was obviously a little unusual towards the emperor.

Even though she lowered her head and studied submissively, her eyes would always fall on her father in an inconspicuous corner.

When his father looked at Mu Zhou, it was clearly the way a man looks at a woman.

Thinking of this, Qin Huai's face suddenly darkened.

Could it be that the reason Mu Zhou refused to hold him responsible was actually because of his father?

The teacup in his hand was crushed in an instant.

The young eunuch looked terrified and immediately knelt on the ground.

Qin Huai ignored them.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes became dangerous.

No wonder.

Ah.

*

In Xiangyun Hall, Mu Zhou rubbed his sore forearms.

She didn't need to be on duty tonight, so she returned to her room early.

She had just washed up and was wearing only a plain white inner garment, with her hair loose behind her head.

The outer door creaked, and she thought it was just the wind blowing it open.

The wind blew at night.

She stood up to close the door, but the moment she turned around, she was so shocked to see someone suddenly appear in the room that she sat down again.

That plain face turned pale for a moment:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The emperor came but did not disturb Shu Fei.

The wind grew stronger at night, and the whistling sound rushed in through the window cracks, like the howling of ghosts.

It makes people feel cold all over.

Just like Mu Zhou at this moment, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.